Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggas

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in motherfucker
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. niggas the world nigga
Y'all niggas recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back around
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all
Yaknahmsayin? You recognize
L.A. niggas, all over the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize peep game

Now in my younger days I used to a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a mag
G'd up the feet up
up from the shoe up's how I grew up
Loc'n, and drinkin' til we threw up (threw up)
At Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
Ditching my class, to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga yo' tool up
But sleep, y'all niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin to the Hoover

I'm "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Banner
Watch your manners, at last blast from the top notch
way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha
And Hittman a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine separate, check it
From sundown to sunup -- and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga

We roll deep, on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the
why we act this way in L.A.!

Gimme mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I like gats do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
But I up where niggas jack you, harass you
you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I niggas get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my
I humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, Vince Carter from the baseline
Don't waste my
Fuck a scrap in Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

I was raised in the called WHAT-THE-DIF'
the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
If I catch you touching you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for health
Like a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
Roll niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And by the case
SLAP YOU in the face the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but find no openings

We deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
for survival each day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we mash in hot pursuit from the cops
why we act this way in L.A.!

In L.A

That's how we